Page 7 of Deviant

My eyes dropped to her berry-colored, bee-stung lips, and I groaned before covering her mouth with mine. A little gasp escaped her, and I seized the opportunity to swipe my tongue into her mouth.

Fuck. She tasted even better than she smelled. My hands moved to cup her face, and I tilted her head to give me better access.

I could have feasted on her mouth alone for hours, but we had shit to do, so I eased away from her. Closing my eyes, I pressed my forehead to hers, waiting for my breathing to regulate.

“Wow,” she whispered.

Grinning, I opened my eyes and stared into her bright brown orbs. “Fucking wow,” I added.

We stood there for another minute, our gazes locked, and my heart racing. Finally, I mentally lectured my dick to stand down and released Alice before taking a few steps away.

“Go get your coat, gorgeous. Gotta get the hell out of here, or we’re going to spend the day in your bed.”

Alice’s eyes widened, but I didn’t miss the tiny upward curve of her lips as she turned and walked over to another door. She reached in and pulled out a jean jacket. I hurried over to hold it so she could slip it on. I would have preferred leather, but I was pleased she had something this protective at all.

She bent down, giving me an amazing view of her tight, round ass. When she straightened, she wore brown leather boots that went up to mid-calf and laced up the side.

Groaning, I dropped my head back and prayed for strength.

“Let’s go, gorgeous,” I muttered, threading our fingers together and tugging her outside.

I waited while she locked her door, again irritated by the lack of security. Why the fuck didn’t the houses we owned have security systems?

“Did you walk here?” Alice asked.

When I focused on her again, she was looking all around, her brow pinched in confusion.

I smirked and pointed at my Harley, parked in her small driveway.

“Figured you’d get a better view of town from my bike.”

“A motorcycle?”

I paused. It hadn’t occurred to me that she might not want to ride. However, her expression looked curious and hesitant, not frightened.

“Ever been on one?”

She shook her head. “I’ve never even been this close to one.”

Grinning, I took her hand again and led her over to my hog. “Well then, I’m a lucky bastard to get to pop your cherry.”

Alice’s face suddenly flushed a bright red, and her jaw went slack as she stared up at me with big, round eyes.

“How do you know?—”

I put a finger over her lips to stop the flow of words. If she confirmed my hunch that she was a virgin right then, I was gonna lose my shit. Just the thought of being the first and only man to feel her wrapped around their cock was enough to have come leaking from the tip.

“Your first time riding a motorcycle, gorgeous,” I clarified.

I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow her blush turned an even darker shade of maroon. “I knew that,” she chirped with false confidence, trying to hide her embarrassment.

I released her hand to curl my arm around her waist and pull her body into mine. “We’ll be talking about that other cherry real soon,” I whispered before brushing a soft kiss across her lips.

Without another word, I helped her onto my bike, then instructed her on what to do. When she was ready, I helped her put on a helmet, then took her purse and stowed it in one of my saddlebags.

It was a beautiful day, and I took full advantage of it, making sure that all the people out enjoying the sunshine saw Alice on the back of my ride. We stopped to look at a few places, and I also made an extra effort to be seen with her at lunch. Either she didn’t notice how possessively I was acting or she didn’t care.

All through the day, I got to know her better and fell harder with every minute that passed. She was easygoing, funny, smart as hell, and sweet as pie.

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